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Prisoner

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Michael
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0 posted 01-17-2012 02:52 PM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Michael

Prisoner


There are eyes that perceived her –
that perceive her still,
wailing like a banshee
piercing the midnight
hollow
eyes she cannot see
through mists of denial
and obligation
pressing her forward,
ever onward
towards a solitary,
isolated goal…
silence

There is a person in her,
a person whose eyes
never look up,
whose shackles keep her
from reaching out…
for nourishment,
for sustenance,
for life
She is prisoner

prisoner to her own walls,
her own beliefs…
her own needs
She calls the heart a muscle
and needs to believe it true,
as if the cold and empty
ache in her chest
was manifest in mind
the first time
that heart broke
She needs believe that

Still, she hears the voices
voices calling to her
As she hunkers down in her cell –
As she places fingers in her ears –
as she wails
and wails,
a haunt
to anyone who hears

She will not tolerate them
She will not hear them,
knowing their source
knowing every little
humanity flaw,
and we are all human,
is to be paid for
either by blood,
or soul

I sing tonight
a song carried
away by the wind
and lost in the wailing
a song ‘bout a key
she doesn’t even
realize she holds...
about a freedom,
hers for the taking,
and a truth
I fear I may never
be able
to make her see

she is loved


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The banshee in a person has a tendency to see, hear, or thing anything except the emptiness of their own soul. Dealing with these kind of people is tantamount to diving off the bridge and hoping the bungee cord will hold.

~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~

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2 posted 01-17-2012 05:20 PM       View Profile for JL   Email JL   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for JL

“She will not tolerate them
She will not hear them,
knowing their source
knowing every little
humanity flaw,
and we are all human,
is to be paid for
either by blood,
or soul”


“she is loved”


This write is filled with insight, and compassion.
Very nice write, my friend.


JL

Love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul,and with all your mind. Love your neighbor as yourself.
Maranatha!

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Got to agree with JL!  
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You are definitely a fount of compassion.     free-verse suits you.  When I wrote Alcatraz for my friend, I never dreamed something like this could be inspired by it.  You do me an honor...
Michael
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5 posted 01-18-2012 12:21 AM       View Profile for Michael   Email Michael   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Michael

JP,   ...and I should know, (reflecting on my first wife here), lol... The bungee held for eight horrid years with that one... i was hoping it would snap sooner!

JL, thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed.

Honeybunch, thanks for stopping by, glad you enjoyed also.

Nicole, well, muses can be fickle things, that's for sure.  There was just something in the "Alcatraz" write that called out to me.  Was hoping I did it justice.  Yours is by far the better imho... I consider it my honor that this was so well recieved by you.

Michael
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I sing tonight
a song carried
away by the wind
and lost in the wailing
a song ‘bout a key
she doesn’t even
realize she holds...
about a freedom,
hers for the taking,
and a truth
I fear I may never
be able
to make her see

she is loved

More loving or compassionate words would be hard to find... and sometimes we don't even know we hold a key until we're given reason to use it.

And songs obviously don't need rhyming verses... this one is beautiful! *S*
 
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